~Point of Contact~

April 21st
8:00 am
Rocky Mountains, Colorado Airspace
Jeremy "Dirge" Dakol

"You boys ready?" The pilot of the harrier called back to us. "Drop zone in five minutes." I nodded silently. Looking down at my weapon, a KSG-12 shotgun modified to shoot whole slugs, I thought about how strange the mission was this time around. We'd be going on home turf in the US, to investigate strange anomalies recorded in the Rocky Mountains. Normally we'd be given a further briefing, but the techies wanted to keep everything on the down-low.

I glanced around at my team. Skye was off near the back, silent as ever as he cleaned his factory-issue MSR sniper rifle. The rather pale-skinned man always stuck near the back of the team watching both ahead and behind for danger. I saw him grab a suppressor from a pouch on his belt, attaching it to the front of his rifle.

Raiden was busy chatting with the other member of the team, Angel. Raiden was a darker tan than Skye, and he joyously laughed while gripping his ACR 6.8. not one to follow regulation, he modified everything about his gun, from altering the barrel to look jagged and war-torn, to a grip for greater accuracy. He even painted the damn thing with flames in the literal sense, to give it a charred-black look.

Angel was the last member of our team. Fair-skinned and determined, she's one of the first female soldiers on a specialized combat team. Or, rather, the first. Don't let her looks fool you, however; she's as deadly as she is beautiful. She was busy trying to ignore Raiden's advances, absorbing herself in a small book. She always kept one on her to keep her occupied, and today was no different as her trusty FMG9's rested on the seat next to her. She liked to multitask, and two identical weapons let her do just that on the battlefield.

I stood up after looking out the window, and addressed the team. "Alright, guys," a small huff from Angel reminded me, "and lady, we're two minutes from the drop zone. Is everyone ready, or did I need to bring some diapers along for the ride?"

"Dirge, I've been ready since we got the assignment. When do we go?" Raiden called out, strapping his weapon to his back. Skye simply nodded, as he followed suit with his own gun.

"Some angels like to stay in heaven. This one's ready to drop feet first into hell." The woman of our group said, causing a chuckle from Raiden and groans over the bad joke from Skye and myself. She laughed to herself, slipping her book into a pocket on her sleeve and clipping her guns to her waist. I nodded, and hit the release button for the bay doors of the harrier.

"Alright, then. Drop in three, two, one… mark!" I commanded, as we ran out the back of the harrier. Jumping off, I can tell you safely that there's nothing like free-falling to get your blood pumping. "Deploy wings on my mark." I called out over the comm. in our helmets. I waited a few seconds, then shouted, "Mark!" while pressing my arms to my sides. When I released them from my side, a thin membrane of fabric was stretched between them, causing me to glide through the air.

Hell, the boys in the lab thought it fit to call us 'Skyrunners' after our unique method of dropping into the thick of things. It was easier to get into places that helicopters and harriers had trouble landing in, that was for sure. And it intimidated the hell out of hostiles to see us fall out of the sky and start kicking ass. Either way, we hit the ground below on a relatively flat area on one of the inner mountains of the range.

"So, Dirge," Raiden said, "What exactly are we here for? Isn't recon more Ghost Squad's thing?"

"It is, but the guys higher up wanted us to go; they're afraid this could turn ugly fast." I slapped my arms to my sides again, detaching the membrane from my arms. "And we're good at handling ugly situations." I turned to the valley we landed near, the source of the strange anomalies the techies found. "Alright. Skye, I want you up on this ridge. Take some photos of what you can, but fire only when commanded. And have a flare ready to signal our ride home." The sniper nodded, setting up camp on the edge of the cliff. "Raiden, Angel, you two with me. I'll take point."

My shotgun was held tense in my hands. If what was down here scared the jelly out of the locals, I'm sure it's not too pretty to get close to. "So," Angel asked, "We don't have any idea of what to expect down here?"

"The guys who found the anomalies said it was similar in nature to strong electromagnetic pulses, similar to those new EMP grenades we started using. The catch is that it matches our own EMP grenade signature to a fault." I said back.

"So we could be dealing with terrorists here? Sounds like Tuesday." Raiden joked. Over the mike, a groan from Skye could be heard. I shrugged, keeping my weapon ready. At the bottom of the valley, I motioned for us to fan out, and radio when we saw something suspicious.

"Dirge, check your six. Movement." I heard Skye's voice say over the comm. Slowly turning, I spotted a small creature moving in the undergrowth. It was a dark, purplish-gray skinned thing. It closely resembled a dog, but had thinner limbs, larger, bloodier eyes, and sharp fangs. The small scanner the techies gave me before I left went off, identifying this guy as the anomaly.

"Hey there… what in Luna's name are you?" I asked. "Guys, I found our anomaly." Raiden and Angel regrouped with me, and we all bent down towards the creature. Carefully, I reached out to touch it, only for it to howl out loud with a blood-curdling screech. After it finished, I could hear growls all around us. More creatures like the first appeared, surrounding us. Their growls were drowned out, however, by two far larger, white-furred ones.

"Looks like we woke up mom and dad." Angel said. The creatures jumped us, only to fall back after seeing their comrades hit by our gunfire.

"Skye, get rid of the big ones!" I shouted over the comm. I barely saw a shot slice through the side of one of the larger ones, before I launched another slug at the head of a smaller one. Angel's dual guns seemed o be effective against them, able to take on more than one at a time. Raiden took on one of the larger ones, holding it back with suppressed fire.

Another MSR shot cut through the head of the creature Raiden was fighting. "Come on, Skye, that was totally my kill!" The disgruntled soldier said. Laughter could be heard over the comm. Another roar, this one more like a panther, cut out. The other large creature was glowing gold, and it spun rapidly in the air, only to shoot out at Raiden. The attack was devastating, ripping through his uniform and drawing blood out the gut.

I charged it, slamming its head with the end of my gun, only to flip the weapon around and shoot the creature point-blank. "You okay, Raiden?" I asked, turning to my friend.

"I'll be fine, just give me a minute." He replied. More and more of the smaller dog things attacked us in the meantime, and I was nearly out of ammo.

"I can't hold on much longer, this is my last clip!" Angel shouted, using both hands to steady her remaining gun. Lucky for us, Skye had shot the last one in the area by the time my gun clicked to say it ran out of shells.

"So… what now?" Angel said, dropping to her knees to rest.

"Skye, signal for the harrier. Angel, grab Raiden and help him up the cliff. I'll grab a corpse or two to bring back for the techies."

~End of Segment~

Two hours later
The Pier, Trailer #2
Dante

"…and that's why you need to check this out!" Kat finished. Honestly, I don't think I was paying much attention to her. I was too focused on how lucky I got last night with a couple of angels at the club last night. Due to my recent heroics, the entire city has become a sort of demon-free zone, and the humans can live in relative peace here. That includes me, even though I'm not exactly human.

"Sorry, Kat," I said, cleaning out my ear. "I'm afraid I kind of dozed off when you got into the more technical stuff. That just isn't my style. I've got a sword, just tell me where to swing it." After Vergil disappeared, I was in charge of the demon-killing buisness. The army helped, of course, but I was the main thing that kept those assholes out.

"Alright, I'll give you the short version." Kat said. She's become pretty much the greatest help I could ask for, able to cast certain spells with her fancy spray paints to help me along. She also helps me get to where the demons are, as I still don't know how to drive. "You know the group of Rages that lived just outside the city?"

"Yeah, that happy little family of fuckers. Why?"

"They disappeared just yesterday."

"So?" I asked. "I mean, killing demons is common practice around here now. Shouldn't we be glad some got the hint and ran off?"

"That's the thing, Dante. They didn't run, there's no tracks. They just… vanished." Kat said. "Think of what this implies- they've learned to teleport like a dreamrunner. And that's dangerous."

"So we need to go check out their cave, and see if what they did was teleportation. If so, figure out where they went and kick their asses. Am I right?" Kat nodded. "Then let's go."

~End of Chapter~

Note from the author: I'm trying something different here, a little something out of my comfort zone. This fic combines two games I really thought could be cool to mix, Call of Duty (specifically MW3) and DMC: Devil May Cry (The new one. If you're a fan of the old one who hates the new one just because Dante's hair isn't white, fuck off). If this gets good reviews, I'll continue it and see where it goes. If not, it goes to the scrapyard. See y'all next time ~Nano